Aunt Ayo's Great Ambitions

Ambition.
It's something I have in abundance. My dreams always sound grandiose when I share them with others.
"I'm going to be a published author, a moderately famous musician, a painter and photographer."
I always feel slightly abashed when I reveal the plan.
Why should I though?
Isn't it admirable to even attempt such things?

The women in the picture are performing another stage adaption to the Shakespeare play The Tempest. It's called Ariel, after the fairy in the original play.
I could, quite possibly, have just purchased the same face powder as them.
At Walgreens today I bought Airspun face powder. They've been making it since 1935.
I feel like I'm living some great tradition every time I put my face on.
I know, tangents are my specialty.
I want to start working harder on the things I dream of. I want to paint giant canvases and record "Forgive my Intrusion."
I want to collaborate with models, photographers, artists, writers, musicians...
I need a muse.
Or at least some work ethic.
Today was quite fantastic.
We were paid eighty dollars for the last gig at Casa Vino...
I've now made more than a hundred dollars on my music career.
I just want to tell the world, LIVE. Don't just be a boring waste of space.
Well, back to my book.

Things I Hate: A List

1. Texting
2. Saying Goodbye
3. Dying of the plague
4. Insomnia
5. Zits that don't pop
6. Statistics
7. Library Fines
8. Mold
9. Smelly litter boxes
10. College
11. People who like to shit on other people's faces and/or dreams
12. My singing voice
13. Job hunting

I could go on.

Spokane, Fuck you.

I am most distressed that Spokane will soon be stealing away my sister, and even more upset that I cannot visit her.
She is a loyal and fantastic companion, and sadly it took us until relatively recently to become this close.
You see, I was the perpetually annoying younger sister.
We bonded over coffee, cigarettes, vampires, writing, and bollywood dancing.
We share a dark sense of humor that most do not appreciate.
I will miss her proximity to my house.
I will miss her early morning phone calls dragging me out into the world.
I will miss the bookworm, even though it stinks of the asian food that is fried next door.
I will miss dyeing our hair together.
I will miss the random drives and the long conversations.
I will miss drawing characters for her books. And talking about those characters for hours...
I hope Spokane has a late night coffee shop. (That doesn't taste like 'Roasters.')

Don't worry Haley, I'll take the train if the snow gets too bad.
I just called Amtrak and it only costs $20 one way.

Flattering...

Napoleon Dynamite...?
But truly it's really quite flattering to be drawn by a stranger.
He did a good job too.